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misswynters · 9 months ago

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The Noble Daughter

Viktor x fem! reader / wc. 1.5k

synopsis: You are the daughter of a influential noble house. And Viktor is your little secret.

warnings: 18+, smut ofc, getting caught, him whimpering, soft sex 🫶🏼, reader getting eaten out, switch lean sub! vik, fingering

there might be some mistakes… -.-

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Every shadow and flicker seemed to embrace the secrecy of your meeting, cocooning you in a world that was just yours and his. Viktor turned at the touch of your hand on his shoulder, his amber eyes widening in surprise before they softened, filled with a mixture of longing and tenderness that made your heart ache.

"You shouldn't be here," he murmured, his voice low and gentle, laced with both worry and desire. But his hand found its way to your waist, as though he couldn't bear the thought of letting you go.

"I had to see you," you whispered back, lifting a hand to his cheek, fingers grazing the roughness of his stubble. He leaned into your touch, and before either of you could say another word, his lips met yours.

The kiss started soft, hesitant, but soon grew with a fierce urgency. Viktor's hands moved to your waist, pulling you close, as if he needed to make up for every second you'd been apart. He broke the kiss only to breathe, his lips brushing over your cheek, your jaw, leaving a trail of heat wherever they touched. You leaned back against his worktable, the cool metal pressing into your back.

With a glance up at you, Viktor lifted the edge of your blue dress, his fingers grazing the bare skin of your thigh. The contact of his hands sent a shiver up your spine. His gaze flickered up, silently asking permission, and at your nod, he continued, his hands guiding you, exploring every curve with a careful reverence.

"Are you sure?" he whispered, his voice gentle, his eyes searching yours, filled with both longing and concern. "I don't want you to feel..."

"Viktor," you murmured, sliding a hand along his jaw, tilting his face so he could see the determination in your eyes. "I’m in desperate need of your touch."

He bit his lip and with a shaky breath, Viktor nodded. His eyes never leaving yours as he positioned himself between your legs, his hands gripping your waist. He entered you slowly as he filled you inch by inch. This is what you were yearning for. His eyes were shut close trying to suppress his sounds, however here and there a whimper would slip through.

Each thrust was met with the wet, quiet sounds of your bodies slapping against each other, amplifying every sensation in the silence of the lab. All you could hear was the wet squelching sounds you’re pussy made as he continued to fill you.

As he moved, Viktor's hands slid under your thigh, lifting one leg to rest against his hip. The new angle sent a jolt of pleasure through you, and you bit down on your lip to keep from crying out, your nails pressing into his shoulders.

Viktor's breath grew heavier, his forehead pressing against yours as he tried to hold back his own sounds. His gaze dropped down between you, watching where you were joined, the sight sending a shiver through him that made him let out a quiet whimper, his grip tightening on your thigh.

He began a slow, steady rhythm, each movement creating soft, wet squelching sound that continued to grow rapidly. The intimacy of it, the restraint you both held, only made the tension coil tighter. Viktor's gaze was intense, filled with both wonder and awe as he watched the way your bodies moved together. "I never thought..." he whispered, his voice breaking with emotion. "You're... everything I dreamed of."

You leaned forward, capturing his lips in a breathless kiss, muffling both your gasps as he quickened his pace. The sounds between you grew louder, the wet, rhythmic noises blending with the quiet hum of the lab, filling the space with a symphony meant only for the two of you. Every motion, every shift, was precise, Viktor's movements guided by both his passion and his care for you.

The tension built, coiling tight as Viktor's restraint began to slip. His breaths came in shallow gasps, and his eyes met yours with a look so full of longing, of devotion, that it nearly undid you. You clung to him, burying your face against his shoulder to stifle the moans that threatened to escape, your body moving in time with his, caught up in the quiet, forbidden passion.

With a quiet, trembling sigh, Viktor buried himself fully, his own quiet whimpers echoing softly in your ear as he felt you shudder around him. His hand found yours, fingers intertwining, grounding you as the last waves of pleasure washed over you both.

In the stillness that followed, Viktor pressed gentle kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, his hands still resting at your waist, as though he couldn't bear to let go. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice full of awe and tenderness. "For loving me... for being here."

Moments have passed since you have reached your first organism and you were still on the table. As the quiet settled over the lab, Viktor held you close for a few lingering breaths, his forehead pressed gently against yours. But soon, the intensity in his gaze softened, replaced by a tenderness that left you breathless.

With a quiet reverence, he carefully knelt before you, his hands resting on your thighs. He was weary to not hurt himself which would cause him more pain on his limp leg. Viktor’s golden eyes met yours as he slowly lowered himself, his expression filled with something almost worshipful. He pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of your knee, then to your thigh, each touch lingering as though he was committing every inch of you to memory. His lips moved higher, grazing over your skin with soft, open-mouthed kisses that left a warm, tingling trail in their wake.

Your breath hitched as his mouth moved closer towards your pussy, the intensity of the moment making your heart pound.

Viktor's metal fingers traced along your thigh, the coolness of his touch a delicious contrast to the heat he was leaving with his lips. His long, slender fingers followed the curve of your leg, slipping inside your walls with a grace that was gentle. You felt his thumb press softly against your skin, steadying you, while his other hand reached up to rest at your waist, grounding you in the moment.

The coldness of his metal hand sent a shiver through you, heightening every sensation, and he seemed to notice, a slight smile tugging at his lips. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, a hint of mischief in his gaze. "Still alright?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern, but his tone held a knowing warmth.

You managed a nod, your hand reaching down to thread through his hair, tugging him slightly closer. His lips quirked into a soft smirk before he returned his focus to you, pressing another kiss to your folds. His mouth moved with a slow, deliberate patience. His kisses growing bolder and deeper, as his tongue darted inside you.

Viktor's metal fingers traced light patterns along your skin, each touch careful, his control a testament to his dedication. As he moved higher, his thumb pressed gently along the inside of your thigh, guiding you open for him with a mixture of care and desire. The coolness of his touch, combined with the warmth of his lips, sent tremors through you that you could barely contain.

His mouth hovered near your folds, his breath warm against you, but he paused, looking up with a gaze full of tenderness. "You're... beautiful," he whispered, his voice barely a murmur, as though he was confessing a secret.

Before you could respond, his lips finally met your pussy, a quiet, reverent kiss that left you dizzy. His metal fingers continued their journey, a gentle, precise touch that sent waves of sensation through you, heightening every nerve. He took his time, savoring each reaction, each shiver, his mouth and hands working in tandem as he explored, worshipping every part of you with a devotion that left you breathless.

As his cool fingers reached deeper, finding your sensitive spots. His mouth followed, leaving soft, lingering kisses that melted any remaining restraint. The contrast of his cold touch and the warmth of his mouth created a rhythm that had you gripping the edge of the table, biting down on your lip to keep from crying out.

Viktor's pace quickened, his cool fingers moving with a newfound intensity. Each motion was calculated yet filled with passion, his gaze flickering between his hand and your face, drinking in every reaction, every quiet sound you made. His metal fingers, precise and deft, moved inside you at a pace that left you breathless, teetering on the edge as he guided you closer with each stroke.

He murmured soft, breathy reassurances between the kisses that he laid on your thighs. His voice filled with warmth."You're perfect... absolutely perfect," he whispered, his free hand caressing the curve of your thigh.

Viktor's replaced his slender fngers with his tongue again, alternating between teasing flicks and deep strokes, savoring every taste. His metal fingers splayed across your thigh, holding you firmly, while his other hand trailed down to his own body. He shivered as he began to touch himself in time with his mouth on you, his quiet moans and hitched breaths vibrating against you, only intensifying your pleasure.

He glanced up now and then, his amber eyes darkened with desire, watching the way you responded, drinking in every soft gasp and tremble. The sight of your flushed face and parted lips seemed to drive him further, his movements becoming more hungry as he lost himself in the pleasure he was giving you. His fingers dug into your skin, his grip tightening as he grew more desperate, his own moans blending with yours, low and needy.

The lab was filled with the squelching sounds of your bodies. A mix of his restrained groans, the wet, rhythmic noises of his mouth, and your own stifled whimpers. You felt like you could cum any second as your stomach turned tighter. Viktor seemed to sense it, as his tongue pressing deeper, his pace quickening. His free hand gripped your thigh harder, pulling you even closer to him, as though he wanted to consume every last bit of you.

Just as you felt yourself reaching the edge, Viktor lifted his head slowly, his lips and chin glistening with your juices. His chest rose and fell in deep, unsteady breaths, his flushed cheeks and slightly dazed expression showing just how much he'd enjoyed himself. His fingers traced gentle patterns on your thighs, grounding you as you came back down, while he gazed up at you with a look of pure adoration.

He brought his metal thumb up to wipe away a stray drop from his chin, a slight, satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You taste... exquisite," he murmured, his voice low and rough, a mix of pride and lingering hunger shining in his eyes as he leaned up to kiss you, letting you taste the passion you had just shared.

Viktor then reached towards your soaked pussy to finger you again. The quiet wet sounds filled the air, amplifying the intimacy of the moment, creating a world that felt entirely your own. But then, a faint creak echoed through the room, and both of you froze. The unmistakable sound of the lab door opening snapped Viktor back to reality, and he stilled, his eyes widening as his gaze shot up to yours. You both turned, just in time to see Jayce entering, a stack of papers in hand.

Jayce's eyes met yours first, and then drifted towards Viktor, his fingers still inside you. For a brief, painful moment, silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the distant hum of hextech machinery. Jayce's expression shifted from surprise to awkward shock as the realization dawned on him. His mouth opened, as though he wanted to say something, but words seemed to fail him.

"I... I didn't mean to interrupt," he finally managed, his tone caught between embarrassment and disbelief. Jayce quickly looked away, his cheeks flushing as he backed out of the room, practically stumbling over his own feet.

"I'll... come back later," he stammered, disappearing from sight. The door clicked shut, leaving the lab filled with silence once more. Viktor's face had gone red, his eyes fixed on the floor, clearly mortified. But as he glanced down at you, the edges of his mouth twitched, and a quiet laugh escaped him, breaking the tension.

"Well," Viktor murmured softly, a hint of humor in his voice, "that... was unexpected." He lifted his soaked fingers towards his mouth as his other hand still lingering on your waist, sucking all of your juices as he maintained eye contact. His mouth made a popping sound as he let his fingers go from in between his lips. He then led his once soaked fingers towards the back of your neck, caressing your hair.

"Perhaps we'll continue... later?" he suggested, his voice low, a promise glinting in his eyes as he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. You couldn't help but laugh, nodding as you pulled him into an hug. You hoped that jayce didn’t go out and tell anyone what happened. Because if he did and your parents knew, you would sure be in for a scolding.

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shouyuus · 7 months ago

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18+, mdni, vi-shaped but what else is new

car mechanic!vi who's basically been working at her dad's autoshop hounds auto since she was like seven years old, running around handing vander the fuel pressure meter and fetching water, who grows up in the garage to the point that all vander's regulars know her by name and also all her favorite sweets (bc she DOES have a sweet tooth, despite her tomboy looks).

car mechanic!vi who's closet is exclusively stained gray tanktops, leather jackets gifted to her by all her dad's patrons, and old denim from thrift shops bc she likes how they feel worn in and also why bother getting "nice" clothes if they're just gonna get greased up anyway? who hums to herself when she's working, always has a cool beer chilling in the garage fridge and is doing her best to make sure she can send powder to caltech bc she knows her sister is a genius and is gonna be like a rocket scientist one day.

car mechanic!vi who laughs when you pull up one day with your 1960's cherry red corvette, climbing out of the driver's seat with your white fishnets and your pink croptop and your plaid miniskirt, your heart-shaped sunglasses propped on top of perfectly blown out bangs, and the only thing vi can think when she lands eyes on you is how much she'd enjoy taking you apart on the hood of your car, your thighs hiked onto her shoulders, your palm-prints inked into the bright red paint of your car.

car mechanic!vi who grins slow, slings a greasy towel on her shoulder as she comes out to greet you, hitching an eyebrow as you motion towards the car, your cheeks stained the most adorable shade of pink she's ever seen, saying --

"i think there's something wrong with it --" but when you purse your perfectly glossed, cherry-tinted lips, vi has to force herself not to lose focus because sweet baby jesus on a harley, that should be illegal.

"-- think you can help...?" you shuffle your feet, glancing at her even as she takes her time looking you over, doing nothing to hide the way her eyes rake over the length of your body and back up again.

"sure thing, sweets. mind if i pop the front?"

you swallow, nodding eagerly; vi doesn't miss the way your eyes linger on her arms and perhaps flexes harder than is absolutely necessary when opening up the front hood of the car.

car mechanic!vi who bends over to take a closer look and actually does miss the way you physically have to tear your eyes away from the bend of her ass, because holy shit? it does not help that vi shifts to lean further into the hood, a slip of skin peaking out from beneath her tanktop, and suddenly, there's a spring-water rush of blood behind your ears, threatening to drown out all other sound as she pulls back with a shrug.

"looks like the cooling system's busted," she says, scratching at the back of her neck, frowning as she looks back at you, "there's a couple things we can do --"

you swallow, "just a couple?" you ask, before you can stop yourself. you squeeze your eyes shut as the words leave your mouth. woops. fuck.

car mechanic!vi who blinks, cocking her head at you before a smirk teases across her lips. she leans back against the front of your car, crossing her arms loosely over her chest.

"yeah, for the car. but... dunno, if you wanna stick around for a bit, i can think of a ton more things we can do..."

you lick your lips, scuffing your mary janes against the cool pavement of her garage.

"define a bit... and also a ton..."

vi's grin is crooked; there's a fox-bright gleam in her eyes as she pushes off the car and makes her way towards you -- and for a moment, you can't help but wonder if she's a lamb in wolf's clothing, or perhaps (the thought singes a tantalizing line up your spine) just the damned wolf itself.

car mechanic!vi who tells you that for the car, she can either order all the parts that have suffered wear and tear, and then just replace them.

"issue with that is, in these older models, even with the parts replaced, it won't last you too long before you'll need them redone again."

"so..." you teeter, looking around at the various tools hung across the walls, every inch of space utilized to maximize efficiency, the high ceilings, the slow-turning fans, the propped up cars, some missing the front two wheels, some just a skeleton of mechanical parts.

"but lucky for you, one of my old man's pals just put a brand new crossflow radiator into his 1960's corvette, and he paid me to help him rig it. and i can do the same for you."

by the way vi smiles, it's obvious that this is the option she thinks you should go for. you blink.

"cross... flow... what?"

vi stares for a few seconds before letting out a startled laugh.

"wait -- i thought you said this was your car?"

you nod, fiddling with your hands behind your back.

"and... you've got no idea how to take care of a vintage car like this, do you?"

you shake your head, feeling a now-familiar heat prickling into your cheeks.

"my -- my dad got it for me for my 21st birthday..." you say, just on the other side of petulant.

car mechanic!vi who hums low in her throat and closes the distance between you in a few quick steps, a hand drifting up to trace along the line of our cheek.

"and you're just daddy's little princess, aren't you?" she asks, noticing with a dull ache in her belly, the way your breath hitches at the word princess.

she bites back another smirk as you bob your head once, your eyes flickering down to her lips before refocusing on her again.

"well..." she draws out the word, tugging back, a satisfied warmth pooling in her chest at the way your lips push out into perfect pout at her distance, "if you wanna give you daddy a call to ask what he might want..." she lets her words trail off. but you're already shaking your head, your eyes bright, your expression over-eager.

(she thinks you just might be the end of her; if she doesn't end you first.)

"no!" you squeak, "i -- i mean -- whatever you think is best --" you amend hurriedly, blushing something furious as vi leans back up against her workbench, her gaze locked on the shape of you, the hunger in her eyes now so evident that it sparks goosepimples down the lengths of your arms.

"yeah? you trust me that much, pretty girl?"

you nearly go into anaphylactic shock; your lashes flutter.

vi thinks she might honestly blow a fuse as you look shyly back at her, your gaze somehow both molten and hard.

"y-yeah. i do. i -- i trust you."

car mechanic!vi who wastes no time drawing up a plan for your repairs, but when you glance over the receipt, you notice that the number at the bottom is way, way too long, and you're fairly certain (even in your advanced stages of crush-induced lightheadedness) dollar amounts aren't usually broken up by dashes.

"is this... where i should send the payment?" you ask, holding up the handwritten receipt.

vi grins, tossing you a look over her shoulder as she steps out from behind the wheel of your car, now parked safely in her garage.

"nope. that's just my number."

"your..." you look back down at the scribbled series of digits. oh.

"so... are you gonna text me the final cost?"

vi chuckles, "sure, sweets -- if that's what you'd like. and if you're feelin' real frisky -- we can text about other stuff too."

your breath catches in your throat like thread around a barbed wire fence. you nearly drop the receipt.

"l-like what?" you ask.

"oh... i dunno..." vi says, the tease now obvious in her voice as she makes her way around the shop, gathering this tool and that, bending down to haul a massive toolbox from beneath a set of shelves. your mouth physically waters at the flex in her biceps as she carries it all back over to her workbench.

"maybe about the kinda coffee you like," she says, leisurely, "or how you'd like your eggs in the morning."

car mechanic!vi who wastes no time in asking if you'd like to go out the next day, because as much as she really loves the thought of pinning you to the hood of your car right then and there, a part of her wants to do this properly. and, she muses, there's no better foreplay than sharing a banana split sundae with a pretty girl.

she sends you on your way with the receipt tucked into your miniature handbag ("what's that even hold anyway?" "uhm... my card wallet, the keys, and lip gloss!" "...ah. of course. all the most essential things.") and a promise to pick you up the following day, since your ride's temporarily out of commission ("don't worry, sweets, i'll take real good care of this baby right here." you immediately wonder if it's normal to feel jealous of a car).

and pick you up she does, at 6pm on the dot, in black pants so tight they might've been painted on, and a cropped leather jacket, though you hear her revving her motorbike a full 30 seconds before her text dings on your phone --

look outside, sweetness.

car mechanic!vi who is so polite to your rather bewildered parents, smiles wide and charming, easily slips into conversation with your dad about the vintage cars in his collection, calls your mom "m'aam" and compliments her pearl earrings, promises not to keep you out too late. so that by the time she tells you to swing onto the bike behind her, you're convinced that your parents might like her more than they like you.

"hold on tight, princess." is all she says before she rips off down the street of your cul de sac and you're yelping, burying your face in her back, the leather of her jacket butter-soft and warm against your skin.

car mechanic!vi who's just a bit too smug and more than a little smitten when she has to help you off her bike in the parking lot of the cute little retro-themed diner downtown, you shaking out your hair from the helmet she'd handed you, your cheeks painted sunset as she guides you into the restaurant with a palm at the small of your back.

who enjoys talking to you way too much, who wants to bottle up the sound of your laughter in one of those old fashioned coca-cola bottles, all sweet and bubbly, and save it for the summer afternoons when the air's thick enough to slick the skin, pop it open and pour it down her throat, swallow around the sound of you, giggling into the curly fries, debating with her about the perfect ketchup-to-mustard ratio for the most optimum fry-eating experience.

car mechanic!vi who tells you that the sundaes here are the best in town, and nearly melts at how bright your eyes get, how excited you look as you nod and flag down the waitress to order one.

"just one?" the waitress asks.

"trust me, one is more than enough," vi answers smoothly, shooting you a wink that might've induced heart failure in a weaker soul (and you truly do not think you're one of god's strongest soldiers bc you definitely had to take a mental breather after that).

but it turns out that she was quite right, because the banana split is huge. dauntingly-sized. and vi perhaps has too good of a time watching you gape over it (she's not at all thinking about how your cute lil mouth, so round now, would look stretched over her strap, not at all nope, nope, nope) before motioning for you to dig in.

car mechanic!vi who thinks, for the first time, that she might've bitten off more than she can chew (metaphorically, of course) when you cut off way too big of a bite, and white whipped cream smears across your lips as you struggle to get the whole thing in your mouth, your cheeks puffed out, lashes fluttering.

"careful there, sweets -- don't want you to hurt yourself," she says, in a decent stab at her usual suave tone, but her voice comes out just a bit hoarse as she reaches out to try and wipe some of the whipped cream from your lips at the exact moment your tongue flicks out to do the same --

her stomach clenches as your tongue accidently laves along the pad of her thumb and the dollop of cream drops onto the table between you.

"whoops," you say, your shoulders shrugging up as you finally swallow the bite of banana and cream, reaching for a napkin to wipe your mouth before dabbing at the tabletop.

when you glance up at vi, she's still staring, her expression strangely blank as you meet her eyes. but the second your gaze catches on hers, you see the way her pupils dilate, darkness eating into pre-dawn blue.

car mechanic!vi who tries her level best not to fidget too hard as the pair of you diligently make your way through as much of the sundae as possible, before you toss down your fork with a sigh, shaking your head.

"wow, i'm so full!"

"mm... could be fuller, i'm sure," vi murmurs into your ear, grinning when you shiver at the low sway of her voice, the gentle dance of her fingers on your waist.

"v-vi!" you squeak, even as she ushers you from the diner with a bright grin at the waitress, promising to come by again soon, and to send their love to her dad and younger sister.

and fuck, she really did think she wanted to take this slow, but holy shit, she can't wipe the image of you swallowing around the mouthful of cream from her mind, the feeling of your warm tongue as it'd flicked across the pad of her thumb.

"c'mon, sweet girl," she says, grazing her lips along the soft spot behind your ear and your knees almost buckle then and there, but her strong arm is looped around your waist as she helps you back onto her bike and cups your cheeks, "god, you have no idea what you do to me, huh?"

your breath hitches; what you do to her? what about what she does to you?

car mechanic!vi who can't help the way she presses in to kiss you, hesitating for a breath to ask can i? against your lips before you're nodding, just as eager as she is, and tugging her in to kiss her. you taste as sweet as she'd imagined (and lord, has she been imagining, even though it's been less than 24 hours), the lingering taste of whipped cream and chocolate syrup on your tongue as she licks hungrily into your mouth, moaning as you whimper, your thighs squeezing around her hips, your ass nearly slipping off the seat of her bike.

she hitches you back up without breaking the kiss, heat rolling up into her neck and shoulders as she feels your fingers twisting in her hair.

"f-fuck --" she pulls back breathless, her head spinning, her eyes caught on the press of your kiss-bruised lips, the way you purse them as you glance up at her, already looking so debauched she's tempted to pull you into the shadow of the diner and take you against the wall.

but, she falls half a step back and breathes, grinning crookedly as you pout at her.

"a-are you gonna take me back to your place, or not?".

car mechanic!vi who lets out a startled laugh and cocks her head, thinking that really there is a god, and that this -- just you, sitting on the black leather of her bike, your hair a bit mussed up, your cheeks flushed with color, asking her to take you to hers -- is all the proof she needs.

"you really are a spoiled little princess, aren't you?" she asks, swinging her leg over the bike seat and adjusting her grip. your arms loop around her middle and she tries not to groan at the feeling of your body pressing up against hers.

"well, daddy always told me that i shouldn't settle for anything less than the best," you say, and your voice would've been lofty, had it not been for the way you lean up to ghost your lips by the shell of vi's ear, chasing shivers down the length of her entire spine.

her stomach roils with heat. she turns to shoot you a smirk over her shoulder.

"well then. guess i'll just have to ruin you for every other girl who might come your way, huh?"

car mechanic!vi who definitely breaks the sound barrier tearing through the few streets separating the downtown strip and the auto shop, who's barely done parking the bike before she's pulling you bodily off the seat, hitching your legs around her waist and carrying you into the shop, slamming a hand on the switch to close the garage door.

she's already kissing you by the time she sets you on the hood of your car, the height of it perfect for her to pull back and pin you down by your wrists. she thinks that you have no business looking so perfect against the bright cherry of the paint, and grins as she looks you over, pressing a knee up between your legs just to hear your breath hitch and admire the way your cute little plaid skirt rides up.

car mechanic!vi who drops to her knees, pillows her cheek on your thigh and groans as she flips up the hem of your skirt to press her the flat of her tongue to the damp patch already soaking through your pink lace panties. who's mesmerized by the sight of you arching your back on the hood of your car, your fingers scrabbling at the smooth metal, reaching down till you can grip at her hair, your lips parting over your little whimpers and moans -- she thinks, faintly, that she wants to fuck you till your voice goes hoarse.

"vi -- what if -- is anyone -- ah --"

she can't help smiling at the way you can't quite get a full thought out, leaning back as she hooks her fingers around your panties and tugs them down your thighs till they're dangling off one of your delicate ankles.

"no one's here, sweetness -- so you can be as loud as you want," she says, reaching down to slick her fingers between your pussy, admiring the shine on her skin.

"b-but what if -- mmngh -- someone c-comes -- b-back --"

and it's cute, really, how worried you are about all of it, even as she teases a finger around your sodden hole, her thumb flicking up against your clit, making your body jerk up. she smiles, easing a finger in with a soft groan of her own, relishing the way you squeeze around her.

"mm, well -- let's see..." she says, her voice low and steady even as she tugs back her finger and pushes it in again, slow as anything, "my dad's out drinking at my uncle's bar across town, and my baby sister's at benzo's place with ekko --" she allows herself a crooked grin as you keen around her just as she presses a second finger into you, "they said they were studying but..." she shrugs, her eyes hooded as she watches you squirm beneath her, "i'm pretty sure they're hooking up so --" she runs a tight circle around your clit with her thumb, puffing out a breath as your thighs clamp shut around her wrist and she has to pry them back open with her other hand, pinning your knee to the hood of your car, keeping your other leg still with one of her's.

"the only person you gotta worry about coming... is yourself, princess."

car mechanic!vi who fucks you through two orgasms, eats you out for a third, before finally letting up and carrying you up to her bedroom above the auto shop, asking if you want to text your parents that you're staying the night.

you do, and vi only teases you a little bit about being such a good girl, but she lets you burrow in against her chest, lets you kiss her neck and tug her phone from her hands before planting one on her lips and trailing your way down her chest, tugging at her tanktop till she laughs and pulls it from her body.

car mechanic!vi who nearly loses her mind when you look up at her from between her legs, all wide eyes and parted lips, pressing your perfectly manicured nails into the corded muscles of her thighs and asking her in the sweetest voice to

"show me what you like -- please? i -- i wanna make you feel good too."

car mechanic!vi who fucks your face till both of you are breathless, her hips bucking up against your perfect mouth, her mind fizzling out at the edges at the way you're moaning into her cunt, the way you're grinding your hips down over nothing as she talks you through how to eat her out just the way she likes. who jerks you up and hauls you into her lap to kiss you sloppy, her fingers digging into the meat of your hips as she grinds you down over her still-throbbing clit, who fucking can't get over the sight of you riding her even as both of you tip into the realm of overstimulation, whining and keening and you collapsing onto her in the muted, twilight dark of her room.

"h-holy shit..."

vi laughs, "yeah. you can say that again."

you look up, a soft, pliant smile, "holy shit, violet..."

and the sound of her name on your lips convinces her, more than anything, that (contrary to all her big talk earlier), you're definitely the one who's ruined her for any other girl who might come her way.

car mechanic!vi who wakes up to your lips on hers, who groans into the taste of you, kissing you, rolling over to pin you beneath her even as the early morning sun spills lemon-bright and spring-water-sweet through her half-closed blinds.

"morning, princess," she mumbles against your lips.

"morning..." you giggle, gasping as she drops a tender kiss to your shoulder.

"sleep well?" she asks, trailing down the smooth skin of your chest till she can lave her tongue around your puffy nipple.

"mm --" you suck in a breath, "y-yeah -- had -- had good d-dreams -- a-ah!" you arch up into her, your body soft and warm as a daydream, and she just can't get enough.

"yeah? tell me... what'dyou dream of, hm?" vi asks, letting the world hum through her throat, rumbling over your skin like thunder across a distant horizon.

you twist your fingers into her hair, gently tracing the tattoo on her cheek before smiling down at her with a smile that looks like the shadow of the rest of her living days --

"i... i dreamt of you."

car mechanic!vi who comes downstairs to find vander in the kitchen, powder nowhere to be seen. but vander takes one look at her and grins, chuckling, rolling his eyes.

"alright then -- what's her name?"

she hesitates for a second before telling him.

"pretty name," vander muses, even as he tugs open the fridge to pull out a few eggs and a half-empty carton of milk. he pushes the milk towards vi with a pointed look.

"vander -- i -- i think she might be the one."

to which vander only laughs, cracking an egg with one hand into the oiled up pan. almost immediately, the egg whites begin to sizzle.

"this the girl with the cherry corvette?" he asks. wordlessly, vi nods. vander chuckles.

"good for you kiddo -- i always told you, haven't i?"

"that i'll know when it's the one? yeah... i -- i think i get it now." vi runs a hand through her bedridden hair, staring at the carton of milk and the ludicrously proportioned cartoon cow, advertising full fat contents within.

"well, as long as you're sure," vander says, cracking another egg, and another.

vi lets out a weak laugh, nodding as she opens the fridge to pull out some orange juice and a few boxes of blueberries.

"yeah. i'm sure."

vander nods, brows furrowing slightly as he flips the eggs with an expert twitch of the wrist.

"good. and -- how's she like her eggs done in the morning?" he asks, reaching over for a plate. vi stares at the over-easy eggs sliding from the old nonstick.

she lets out a tired little laugh, "probably like... poached, or something."

vander whistles, "got yourself a little diva, huh? well -- can't blame ya -- your uncle silco --"

"okay, thanks dad --" vi cuts him off with a deep groan, nudging him out of the way to place a small pot in the sink to fill with water.

vander chuckles, "you gonna introduce me when she comes down later?"

vi takes her time placing the pot on the stove and starting the heat.

"sure, yeah. i'll introduce her."

vander reaches over to ruffle vi's hair, cackling when she tries to duck out from beneath his massive hands.

"'m happy for you, violet."

vi stills, a helpless smile spreading across her lips like sun-warmed butter.

"yeah... me too." she says, "me too."

#⛈ monsoon season #this is 4k words i need to be taken out by the FIRING SQUAD #♨ steamy #arcane #vi x reader #arcane x reader #vi smut #arcane smut #vi arcane smut #vi x you #arcane x you #vi x y/n #arcane x y/n #wlw fanfic #wlw smut #lesbian #car mechanic!vi #i have so many more thoughts about her lord please give me strength.#also i adore dad!vander okay i just hes so good u_u

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sheloveschai · 8 months ago

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bathing with ambessa (18+)

dom! ambessa x fem! reader

older woman/younger woman, slight exhibitionism, thigh-riding, sub! reader

i cannot get this woman out of my head sitting on her lap (or her face) would solve so many of my problems URRGGHHH

“breathe, child.”

water sloshes against the sides of the luxurious bathing pool- a shuddered gasp echos back off the blue and gold mosaic walls of the room.

a bead of sweat rolls down your spine as a partially nude worker dumps another vessel of water near your bodies, and with it, a veil of steam rises giving the illusion of intimate privacy from the guards on standby.

ambessa, in all her esteemed glory, lounges lazily with her head tipped back over the edge of the pool- a warm cloth draped over her eyes. a goblet, which lays in a large rugged hand, is filled near to the brim with a rich red wine.

the other rests on the hollow of your throat- a calloused thumb ever so gently brushing over your slick skin.

“good, little one,” the warlord practically purrs. a grin graces her lips as she feels your hands slip from her shoulders and down to her submerged abdomen, your hands pressing against her scarred v-line for leverage.

her hand, in return, glides from your throat, over your shoulder, before disappearing down under the water to rest on the curve of your rocking hips- not guiding, not pushing, just to simply rest upon.

“such a needy little thing,” she hums. “taking what you so desire.”

a shaky exhale escapes your lips at her words. her low and husky voice adding to your sinuous desires. your nails ever so slightly dig into her intimidating physique as your cunt throbs in need.

with your slick folds spread open over the impressive muscle of her thigh, your clit rubs deliciously over the bumps and ridges of her battle-won scars.

your wanton gasps and whines ring throughout as your head tips forward in deadweight- causing your gaze to connect with the older woman’s breasts.

just beneath the water you can make out her soft nipples. her breasts are heavy and ripened with age, and though not littered with scars won over battles, stretch marks ripple over them like hieroglyphs seen carved into ancient monumental displays.

your hand moves quicker than your brain and suddenly you’re cupping one of her breasts, raising it up and out of the water- exposing it to the colder air. you practically watch in awe as her dark nipple hardens between your fingers as you press and flatten the heavy globe against her chest.

and without a second thought, you’re lurching forward and enveloping her nipple into your warm mouth. you would’ve swallowed her whole if you could’ve, but instead you resort to swirling the sensitive bud around your tongue; licking, nipping, sucking as though you were trying to milk her.

“look at you,” ambessa rasps, a hint of humor underlaying her lust. “starving for my body. my, you’d do anything to have a taste, wouldn’t you, child?”

a low groan rumbles out of ambessa’s chest at the feeling of the scrape of your teeth, the wet heat of your tongue. in an effort to take more of her breast into your mouth, your knee presses against the slick folds of her cunt as you slide further down her thigh.

and the fearsome warlords back, ever so slightly, arches off the edge of the tub.

“like a kitten in heat, you are” she taunts, though there is no covering how she bucks her hips up in order to grind her aching pussy against you.

she begins to move in time with you, the friction your knee provided sending bolts of pleasure straight to her core.

her position of leisure and relaxation did not slip, though. with her legs still spread wide, head tilted back, ambessa had the clear headedness to bring her steel goblet up to her lips without spilling a drop of the red liquid.

with an air of authority, she licks the remnants from her now stained mouth, stretching her arm back over the edge of the pool to set the cup down- without a tremor to be seen.

with both of her hands now free, she removes the cloth from her face, revealing her dark lust-stricken gaze.

her hand slowly delves between your legs, separating your slick cunt from her thigh. she teases you for a moment, smirking as she rubs your aching nub with a feather-light touch, before pressing a digit to your entrance.

“there you go, sweet girl,” ambessa praises, sliding another thick digit along her first, your walls fluttering around the intruding appendages. “now you may have my touch.”

her thumb continues to rub slowly circles on your clit as her fingers pump in and out of you at a relentless pace.

“cum for me” she murmurs huskily as she gazes down at your desperate form still suckling at her tit. “show me how my body brings you pleasure.”

she could feel your body tensing, your muscles coiling tight as she worked her fingers inside you. she could tell you were close, the way you desperately clung to her- the way your walls squeezed around her, urging her deeper.

and it wasn’t until she curled them just right, hitting that spot inside you that had you seeing stars, did you cum.

your body convulsed, muscles squeezing around her fingers as wave after wave of pleasure came crashing down upon you. ambessa held you close as you rode out your orgasm. your body shook, breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

she could practically feel your heart pounding against her chest. and as you slowly came down from your high, you pressed soft kisses and licks into the bitten skin of her breast.

“enough, child” she grunts, finally pulling you away from her raw nipple. “i desire your mouth elsewhere now.”

#i need this old lady so bad #arcane #arcane season 2 #arcane x reader #arcane x y/n #x reader #ambessa medarda #arcane ambessa #ambessa league of legends #ambessa x reader #ambessa medarda x reader #smut #arcane smut #arcane x reader smut #x reader smut #ambessa medarda smut #ambessa x reader smut #ambessa smut

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stargirlstabber · 7 months ago

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imagine sevika fucking you in a headlock. your throat is being crushed by her bicep while she firmly snaps her hips against your ass. she's praising you as you cream around her strap again, not once slowing her pace. that women lives for the moans and whimpers that try to force themselves out of your throat, but sound raspy cause of your current state and position. she's not one to stop until you're overstimulated and your head is barely keeping itself up. she'll stop when she sees it fit, although checking in on your state is a must; she can't have her good little girl being hurt or uncomfortable. but yeah, she loves seeing you shaking or even go limp because of how good she's been fucking you.

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cosmiclily · 3 days ago

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❝ First Love/Late Spring ❞

(part three)

• vi x f!reader

summary: y/n rebuilt her life in piltover, burying the trauma—and the love—she lost in the undercity.

but when vi reappears, alive and changed, the memories she buried begin to claw their way back.

some ghosts don't stay dead. and some wounds never heal.

wc: 4k

cw: canon type of violence, talking about injuries, blood etc.

notes: 🕺🏻 how are you guys? hope everyone is okay !! part four is already on the way!

masterlist - part two

You couldn’t breathe.

It was like you were back in that burning building—smoke filling your lungs, blood trickling down your temple. Caitlyn was speaking, her lips moving in front of you, but the sound didn’t reach your ears. Everything was muffled, distant, like the world had slipped underwater.

“This was a waste of time. Let’s go, Y/N” she said, placing a hand on your arm.

You didn’t resist. You just let her guide you away.

“Couldn’t have put it better” Vi muttered from behind the bars. “Hey—give Silco a kiss on that winning eye of his, will you?”

Her voice sounded like it came from miles away.

Your head spun, like when you were a kid and used to twirl until the world blurred around you. But there was no laughter now—just nausea and dread bubbling in your throat.

Then Caitlyn stopped, flipping open the folder she’d brought, and turned back toward the cell. “Does this mean anything to you?” she asked, holding it up.

In the blink of an eye, Vi was at the bars, gripping them tightly—her face inches from Caitlyn’s… and yours.

She didn’t even look at you.

What is going on? Does she not remember me? Is she just pretending because I’m with an Enforcer?

“Where did you get this?” Vi asked, her voice low and sharp. There was anger in her tone—but confusion in her eyes.

“My question first,” Caitlyn replied coolly. “Did he work for Silco?”

Vi scoffed. “Uh, they all do. How can anyone not know that? Even your weird mute friend over there probably knows it.”

She nodded in your direction—finally acknowledging you—and it snapped you out of the trance you'd been stuck in.

“Where did you find this?” She asked again.

“There was an attack,” you answered before Caitlyn could. “This was part of the evidence left behind.”

You didn’t know what this was anymore—what any of this meant. But you couldn’t just stand there and be useless.

So you swallowed the bile rising in your throat, ignored the aching pit in your chest, and kept your voice steady.

“Oh, so she speaks” Vi drawled sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes. “We need proof of what you’re saying about Silco.”

“I could get it for you,” Vi said with a smirk. “Just not from in here.”

You recognized that tone immediately—the snarky, manipulative charm she used when trying to get her way.

And for a flicker of a second, you almost smiled. God, you missed her voice.

Caitlyn scoffed. “In what mad world would we trust someone like you?”

“Someone like me?” Vi’s voice sharpened, her brows drawing together. “You Enforcers are all the same. Just assholes in fancy uniforms pretending you’re better than the rest of us.”

You saw Caitlyn flinch. That one landed—because if there was anything she prided herself on, it was not being like the others. She wanted to change the system from the inside.

And Vi had just called her bluff.

“You know what? Find Silco yourself” Vi said flatly, stepping away from the bars.

“I will. Thank you” Caitlyn snapped, turning to leave and tugging you along.

“Hmm… Undercity’s gonna eat you alive” Vi called after you.

The elevator ride back was silent—tense. Caitlyn was already flipping through her notes, planning the next move.

But you weren’t there.

You were stuck in the past, hunted by memories you’d tried so hard to bury.

“Do you really think Silco has something to do with this?” Caitlyn finally asked, glancing at you. Her folder sat open in her hands, full of scribbled notes and arrows.

“If he does…” You hesitated. Then forced yourself to lie. “I think it’s even more dangerous to keep digging. We should just go home. Let it go.”

Caitlyn narrowed her eyes. “What’s going on with you? You don’t sound like yourself. And you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You looked away. “It’s nothing, Caitlyn. I just… I don’t think this is safe.”

“Well,” she muttered, closing the folder with a sharp snap, “that’s a shame.”

Talking to her felt like trying to reason with a wildfire—stubborn, determined, and impossible to contain. You weren’t going to change her mind. Not now.

So you focused on what you could control: making sure she stayed safe.

“Stay here” Caitlyn said, heading toward the guard at the front desk.

You didn’t argue. Any chance to step away and process this was a mercy.

You pinched your arm, hard—just to make sure.

“Okay… this is real” you whispered to yourself.

If this was real—if Vi was really here—then why was she acting like she didn’t know you?

Did she… forget?

Had you spent the last seven years mourning someone who didn’t care? Someone who could just erase you from her memory like you meant nothing?

“He gave me the keys. Let’s go get her out,” Caitlyn said, suddenly reappearing at your side, a ring of keys in one hand and her folder in the other.

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In broad daylight, there was no denying it—that was Vi.

Older. Taller. Broader. But still Vi.

She stood at the edge of the city, wind tugging at her pink hair, her expression calm—so unlike the wild anger you'd seen back in the prison cell. She looked peaceful. Free.

And all you could do was stare, desperately trying to piece together the girl you once knew with the woman standing in front of you now.

“Do you…” you started, your voice barely audible—but before the words could fully form, Caitlyn cut in.

“I heard the bathysphere has a good view,” she said, nodding toward it. “Might be a smart way to get a lay of the land.”

But before either of you could move, Vi was already vaulting over the ledge, sprinting across the rooftops like she’d never stopped.

“Wait!” you shouted, taking off after her without thinking.

You didn’t check if Caitlyn was following, or even if she knew where to go.

You just ran.

You caught fleeting glimpses of Vi’s silhouette ahead, her shadow dancing over rooftop edges and vanishing behind crumbling walls. For a moment, it felt like you were kids again—racing through the Lanes, competing to see who could climb faster or laugh louder.

“Vi! Wait!” you yelled again, lungs burning, legs aching.

And for the briefest heartbeat, she hesitated—just long enough to glance over her shoulder.

But then she kept going.

By the time you caught up, she was standing beside a rusted trash can, shrugging on a red jacket as a low groan echoed from somewhere inside it.

She looked infuriatingly calm, not even out of breath.

You doubled over, panting hard. You’d almost lost your touch.

“Didn’t think you’d keep up,” she said, smirking as she leaned back against the wall. “The other Piltie sure couldn’t.”

Other Piltie?

“You…” you began, voice shaking as your brows drew together. “You really don’t know me?”

Vi straightened, the smirk faltering. “Should I?”

Her tone wasn’t mocking. It was cautious. Genuine.

Like she truly didn’t recognize you.

And your stomach dropped.

Because it wasn’t denial.

It wasn’t a game.

It was the truth.

She didn’t remember you.

You blinked at her, the words caught somewhere between your lungs and your throat.

Should I?

You wanted to scream at her.

Yes. You should. You should remember the nights we curled up together in your too-small bed, whispering secrets in the dark. You should remember the way you looked at me when you asked if we should run away together. You said I was the only thing that made the noise in your head stop.

But you didn’t say any of that.

Because the Vi standing in front of you now looked at you like you were just another stranger in the crowd.

And maybe… to her, you were.

“I—I guess not,” you whispered.

Vi shrugged, like it meant nothing. Like she didn’t keep cracking open the box you’d spent years burying.

You felt it all rise—the ache in your throat, the sting behind your eyes, the pressure in your chest. Every feeling you’d locked away in the darkest part of yourself came clawing back to the surface once again.

But you clenched your jaw, swallowed hard, and held your breath.

You’d already fallen apart once today.

Not again. Not in front of her.

Vi glanced sideways at you but said nothing, her jaw tightening.

A loud thud broke the silence, and Caitlyn landed awkwardly beside you, dirt streaking her skirt and frustration all over her face.

“There you are,” she panted, brushing herself off. Her gaze bounced between the two of you, instantly picking up on the tension. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” you said quickly—too quickly.

Vi tossed a bundle of clothes at both of you, cutting off any further questions. “Welcome to the Lanes.”

She stepped off the wall and walked toward you. Caitlyn gave you a sharp look before turning to Vi.

“You almost got me killed,” she snapped.

Vi scoffed. “My little sister could do that when she was seven. All us fissure folk can. Don’t you want to blend in?”

Then, with a tilt of her chin, she nodded toward you.

“Besides, your little friend here got the hang of it pretty fast.”

Caitlyn stiffened. “Well, yeah. That’s because she’s from here,” she said, like it explained everything.

And maybe it did.

Vi’s eyes narrowed, her focus shifting to you fully now. You could almost see the gears turning behind her eyes, like she was trying to solve a puzzle she didn’t even know she had.

After a pause, she said flatly, “Go change.”

You swallowed hard and took the clothes without a word.

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As you followed Vi through the Undercity, you finally had the chance to take in your surroundings. It had been seven years since you'd last walked these streets, and somehow, everything had changed—and yet, nothing had.

The buildings still leaned at odd angles, pipes still hissed from every direction, and the air still smelled like smoke, rust, and desperation. But there was something different now. A heaviness. Like the soul of the place had shifted.

Caitlyn clung to your side, wide-eyed and stiff, like a deer dropped into a wolf den. You couldn’t help but snicker.

“What?” she whispered, catching your smirk.

“Nothing. You just look terrified. It’s kinda funny.”

“It’s not funny. Where is she even taking us?”

Before you could answer, Vi made a sharp turn and stopped at Jericho’s—some hole-in-the-wall food stall that looked like it might collapse if you sneezed too hard. She claimed she needed to “gather information,” but really, she just shoved food into her mouth, grinned at the greasy owner, and mumbled something about how she’d missed “this slob.”

You rolled your eyes. Typical Vi.

As you kept going, you passed near the Last Drop. And just like everything else, it was familiar and foreign all at once. The same chipped walls, the same drunk regulars slumped on the steps—but the vibe was wrong. Muted. Empty. Even with the new bright neon sign glowing, it felt hollow. Like something important had died here and no one had noticed.

Caitlyn threw a suspicious glance at the building, then turned to Vi. “Well, that place looks like it has bodies buried in the basement.”

Vi stiffened. “You don’t know anything,” she muttered before storming off, putting distance between the three of you.

You recognized that tone.

And judging by the look on Caitlyn’s face, she was starting to connect the dots.

“So,” she whispered, voice low, “are you going to tell me what’s going on, or do I have to figure it out myself?”

“There’s nothing going on,” you said quickly, arms crossing in defense as you stared straight ahead.

“Y/N…” Her voice softened. “The moment you saw that board in my room, you looked like you’d seen a ghost. At first I thought it was the explosion—trauma, or something. But ever since we got her out of prison, you’ve been different. And now this?”

She gestured vaguely toward the Last Drop.

“The way she reacted. The way you reacted.”

You looked at her—and all you saw was concern.

“It’s complicated, Caitlyn,” you murmured. “If we have time, I’ll explain.”

Before she could press further, Vi stopped in front of a tall, garishly lit building.

A brothel.

On any other day, Caitlyn’s expression alone would’ve been comedy gold—horrified, scandalized, deeply uncomfortable. But you weren’t in the mood to laugh.

“The one place all the secrets spill” Vi said casually, making her way into the building like she owned the place.

The scent of incense, sweat, perfume, and cheap liquor hit you all at once. Laughter echoed from somewhere deep inside. Music played, low and pulsing, like a heartbeat.

You walked through the dim hallway, past open doors and soft voices, some moaning, some laughing. Caitlyn looked like she might bolt at any second.

“How exactly is a brothel supposed to help us?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at Vi.

Vi turned on her heel, surveying you both before her gaze locked onto Caitlyn.

“Let 'em think she works here.”

“Excuse me?” Caitlyn gasped, drawing herself up indignantly. “I will not!”

Vi just smirked.

“You know what your problem is?” she said, circling Caitlyn slowly. “You expect everyone to give you what you want. But if you really want people to talk, you have to let them think you’ve got something they want.”

“And what do I have?” Caitlyn asked, confused and visibly offended.

Vi stepped in close, crowding her space, one hand braced beside her head as she pinned Caitlyn to the wall. “You’re hot, cupcake.”

Caitlyn’s jaw dropped, scandalized.

“So,” Vi smirked, voice low and teasing, “what’ll it be—man or woman?”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t pretend it didn’t sting.

The way Vi looked at her and how Caitlyn looked dazed, flustered in a way you didn’t want to think too hard about. That bitterness coiled in your chest like acid. You wanted to walk away, leave them both there, but instead you just snorted, forced a laugh, and turned your eyes to the hallway.

After a short, awkward transaction with a man in a clown mask and “Matilda”, Vi disappeared into a back corridor—and, of course, you followed without question.

“She’s not a bad person, you know?” you said softly, your voice echoing in the dim hallway. “She’s genuinely trying. You could cut her some slack.”

Vi didn’t slow down. “She’s an Enforcer,” she said with a shrug. “Doesn’t really matter how much she’s trying.”

You frowned but didn’t push it further.

The conversation fell quiet as you reached the door to the back office. Babeth, the brothel’s madam, looked up from behind her cluttered desk. Her painted eyes widened in surprise, and a slow, knowing smile curled her lips.

“Would you believe it?” she said with a chuckle. “The two of you. Together again.”

Vi shot you a look—confused, almost wary—but didn’t say anything.

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The conversation with Babeth was brief. She talked about how much had changed since you’d left—How Silco now ruled the Undercity with an iron grip. Vi asked about Powder, her voice strained with something between hope and fear.

You didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth. That Powder was gone. That she went by Jinx now. That she worked for Silco.

Babeth either didn’t know—or pretended not to. She kept it short and to the point, finally telling you that Silco’s second-in-command had been visiting the brothel regularly. She promised to have her runner, Miguel, find out where the woman had gone next.

“I owe you” Vi muttered to Babeth before you turned to leave.

As you made your way back through the hall, you passed one of the open rooms. Caitlyn was still inside, lounging confidently beside a masked woman who looked thoroughly entertained. Her posture was relaxed now, her earlier panic long gone.

You couldn’t help it—you giggled.

“So,” Vi said as she fell into step beside you, shooting a glance your way. “What did she mean by ‘the two of you together again’?”

Your smile faltered.

There it was—the door you weren’t sure you were ready to open.

You kept your gaze ahead, feet moving even though your chest tightened with every step.

“When we first got here,” Vi continued slowly, her voice softer now, “you asked if I really didn’t know you. And now this?”

She stopped walking.

You turned, and found her watching you closely—eyes narrowed, brows drawn.

“Who are you?”

The hallway felt smaller now, like the walls were pressing in, waiting for you to answer.

“We knew each other,” you said quietly. “Before…”

Your voice trailed off. Knew was too small a word for what the two of you had been. But saying the truth—what it really was—felt like standing too close to a flame you’d spent years trying to put out.

“I worked at the Last Drop,” you continued, forcing your voice to steady. “Back when Vander was still alive. At first, I was just another kid trying to get by—cleaning tables, scrubbing floors. But toward the end, it wasn’t really about working anymore. It was just… spending time with you.”

A small, sad smile tugged at the corner of your lips.

“And Claggor. And Mylo. And Powder.”

Vi’s expression shifted at the mention of her sister. Her brows drew together, lips parting slightly, like she was trying to summon a memory she couldn’t quite grasp. You could almost see it—the flicker of something behind her eyes, just out of reach.

“Why don’t I remember you?” she asked, more to herself than to you.

“I don’t really know,” you said, a quiet sadness in your voice. “At first, I thought you were messing with me. That I showed up with an Enforcer and you were pretending not to know me just to piss me off.”

You gave a breathy, humorless laugh.

“But… you’d never be that cruel.”

She stared at you, face unreadable. For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The weight of it hung between you, heavy and brittle.

“Seven years,” you whispered. “That’s a long time to forget someone.”

Vi’s jaw tensed. She didn’t speak—just watched you like she was willing herself to remember. Like the truth was on the tip of her tongue but refused to come out.

“I was there that night,” you said, your voice soft but steady, despite the weight of the memories pressing on your chest. “When everything went to hell. When they died.”

The shadows of that night flickered across your eyes like ghosts.

“I thought you were dead. I woke up in the rubble. I found Claggor… and Mylo. Just their bodies. I thought maybe you were buried underneath the debris. I looked everywhere. I looked for hours before I even dared to leave.”

The tears burned, but you blinked them away, refusing to let them fall.

Vi’s brows furrowed, a deep line forming between them. She looked… lost. Not just confused—haunted.

“I remember that night,” she said slowly. “I remember the smoke. The panic. Vander. Powder. All of it. But you…”

She shook her head, almost angrily.

“If everything you’re saying is true—if you were there—how can I remember everything else and not you?”

The ache in your chest twisted like a knife. You didn’t know the answer. Maybe you never would.

Before either of you could say another word, Miguel appeared at the end of the hall, slightly breathless but eager.

“She’s at the Last Drop,” he announced. “Sevika. She's there now.”

The atmosphere shifted instantly. Vi’s confusion melted away, replaced by something sharp and deadly. Determination. Purpose.

Her body tensed, fists already clenched at her sides.

She didn’t say anything else.

She didn’t need to.

You could see it in her eyes—she was going after Sevika, and if she had to rip through half of Zaun to get to her, she would.

And you would follow. You always did.

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Things could’ve gone worse.

Well—technically, they also could’ve gone way better. But if Caitlyn had shown up even three seconds later, you weren’t sure Vi would still be breathing.

So yeah… definitely could’ve gone worse.

Your fighting skills were rusty—too many years spent lurking in shadows, dealing in whispers and favors instead of fists. You used to be better than this. Used to be sharper, quicker. But that part of you had dulled with time. And Vi… well, Vi had always been the fighter. That was her role.

“You don’t need to learn how to throw a punch,” she used to say, smug and soft in the same breath. “I’ve got you. Always.”

And once upon a time, you’d believed her without question.

Now she was bleeding out in your arms, and all you could do was try to keep pressure on the wound and curse under your breath.

“Goddamn it, Violet,” you muttered, jaw clenched as your shaking hands pressed against her side. “Still charging into shit without thinking. Still reckless.”

Vi winced, coughing weakly as she tried to shift. “Nice to know my near-death brings out your sunny side.”

“I’m serious,” you snapped, your voice raw with fear and frustration “This wasn’t a bar fight. Sevika gutted you.”

Vi groaned again, eyes fluttering. “I’ve had worse.”

You looked down at her, torn between disbelief and heartbreak. “You always say that.”

She blinked slowly, unfocused. “How would you know?”

You hesitated. Your hands didn’t.

You keep forgetting she doesn’t know you anymore.

“Lucky guess,” you muttered, avoiding her gaze.

Caitlyn dropped beside you, eyes quickly assessing the wound. “We need to move. Fast. She’s losing too much blood.”

Vi’s head lolled toward her. “Why’d you let Sevika go?”

“I had a choice,” Caitlyn said, sounding more tired than angry. “Chase her—or save you. You’re welcome.”

Vi tried to push herself up, groaning, but you shoved her back down firmly. “Stay still, for fuck’s sake.”

“Do you ever say thank you?” Caitlyn muttered, more to herself than to either of you.

Vi let out a weak, breathy laugh, blood on her lips. “He’s gonna know we’re here now.”

“And whose fault is that?” Caitlyn shot back, already holstering her gun.

Vi’s bravado faded as her strength drained. Her body slumped against you, the weight of her heavier now. You adjusted your hold, steadying her, and for a moment—just a moment—her eyes met yours.

And something flickered there.

“Why do you look at me like that?” she asked suddenly, her voice fragile, almost afraid of the answer.

You swallowed, the lump in your throat nearly choking you. “Because I knew you. Before all this.”

She frowned, studying your face like she was still trying to solve a puzzle but the important pieces were missing. “I feel like… I should remember you.”

“I know,” you whispered, brushing a blood-matted strand of hair away from her cheek. “I wish you did.”

You didn’t dare say more. Not now. But Caitlyn glanced at you then, something shifting in her expression—like maybe she’d finally figured out why you’d been acting so strange. Why the way you looked at Vi wasn’t casual. Why your anger and fear had bled into something more personal.

“You’re an all-right shot, cupcake,” Vi mumbled, voice slurred, trying to lighten the moment even as she drifted in and out of consciousness.

“I’m an excellent shot,” Caitlyn replied, looping Vi’s other arm around her shoulder. “And stop calling me that. My name is Caitlyn.”

Vi groaned as the two of you began to lift her out of the alley. “But you’re so sweet… like a cupcake…”

You let out a tight laugh—sharp, breathless, laced with exhaustion and something that hurt far more than the cuts on your skin.

“Let’s get her out of here,” you said quietly, steadying your grip on Vi’s side.

“I know a place... just take me there” Vi mumbled, still mostly out of it.

“God, here we go again” Caitlyn muttered, but she followed Vi’s directions anyway.

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lunescore · 3 days ago

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Idk if requested are still open, but maybe some anal training and bladder play with sevika?

-🕸

TAGS: anal training, restraining, piss kink, daddy kink, hair pulling, control kink, objectification, MEAN!SEVIKA, cnc, bulging, slight size kink

sevika made sure you drank quite a few bottles of water today afternoon just so she could have her way with you, now with your arms bound back— you knelt on the floor in front of your cruel wife. sevika walked around you, a mocking smile plastered on her lips as she knelt, “oh i bet you're enjoying this, yeah? how's that bladder feelin’?”

“baby please.” your eyes watered. “i need to pee really badly.”

“aw,” sevika pouted, taunting.

she got up and you heard the faint clicking of her strap being worn before she pushed you over the edge of the couch, bending and presenting your beautiful ass to her. she smirked, satisfied at the sight, smacking your ass. you gasped.

“d-dont!”

sevika wasn't listening. her strap plunged into your sore-from-before asshole and started ramming inside, your pussy ached and throbbed for attention as sevika fucked your ass roughly. you could only sob in pleasure as she reached down and rubbed your clit, “youre tensing and clenching so much, tryna hold all that piss in, yeah?”

a loud moan left you and your hands pulled against the ropes, causing them to mark your arms red. sevikas hips slammed into your ass, your cheeks jiggled and your ass swallowed up the thick shaft of her strap. your mouth opened and you drooled over the couch cushion like a broken little toy.

“im— this is too much! t-too much!”

“your hole is fluttering,” sevika smacked your ass before bottoming out, making you gasp and clench in a desperate attempt to hold it in. “you don't let go until i say you can let go,” her flesh hand fisted in your hair, she yanked you back, “you hear me?”

your eyes wide and teary, cheeks wet, you nodded frantically, “y-y-yes, yes!”

sevika tugged your hair. “yes what?”

“yes daddy!” you screamed.

her pace was animalistic and you were a quivering mess on the arm of the couch as you drooled on and sobbed on, the strap was so deep it was making a visible rounded bulge at your tummy. your mouth opened pathetically and closed, only a small croak coming out— inaudible because your mind was too much of a mush to make sense of what was happening.

“please,” you uttered, but the word felt foreign. “ please, what?”

sevika tugged at your hair sharper this time, “youre too fucked out to say anything—”

“d-daddy...”

she smacked your ass.

“quiet.” she ordered coldly. sevika leaned down so her lips grazed the shell of your ear, “youre just my little fucktoy, so you'll speak when spoken to, and don't speak out of term. yeah?” she chuckled, “or are those rules too hard for your dumb little brain?”

“u-understood,” you slurred before your voice melted into a half moan when she started pounding your ass again, your body was too tired to hold all the liquid in and control slipped before you knew it. a slight trickle. you clenched up, stopping the flow instantly. “i-im sorry!” you pleaded.

sevika slowly pulled out, switching her strap for a bigger one, “i guess we just have to keep tryin’ till you get it right.”

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miffyscakes · 2 days ago

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plsplspls edging sub caitlyn until she can’t think bc we know how much she needs it 💁‍♀️ and then overstimming her like “i thought you wanted to cum? now you’re gonna do it again and again and again 😁”

she’s so baby i love her sm

Overwhelm Her With Your Love

(nsfw minors + men dni)

SYNOPSIS: Your pretty girl, Caitlyn, has been working hard lately and is in desperate need of some “comfort.” However, you decide to have a little bit of fun with her first.

WARNINGS: smut (obvi), dom! reader, sub! caitlyn, fingering caitlyn! receiving, edging, teasing, oral caitlyn! receiving, face riding, men dni

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

A/N: omg yes ofc. Ive never written a dom reader so this will be so fun

You hear Caitlyn stumble into your guys’ newly owned house - that’s way too big for your liking.

She sounds exhausted.

The late nights of her working as an Enforcer in Piltover seem to really be getting to her. It’s grown into your nightly routine of her coming home more exhausted than the night before.

“Cait?” You call as you walk towards the entrance.

“Hi, darling…” Caitlyn smiles softly, trying to cover up her exhaustion.

“Hey, are you ok?” You question your wife, putting your hands on her shoulders and massaging them gently.

“Mm,” she hums, “I’m just exhausted, darling.”

You don’t respond, continuing to massage her shoulders. You both just stand there at the entrance of your home in comforting silence.

“I might just go to bed now, ok?” Caitlyn smiles, kissing your cheek as she begins to walk towards your shared bedroom.

You nod and watch as she moves further and further down the hallway of your home.

You wait a little while before following her.

As you step into your bedroom, you see that she’s beginning to change into one of her nightdresses that you’ve grown fond of.

You walk towards her, massaging her shoulders from behind this time.

“You’re so pretty, my love,” you whisper softly, moving close towards Caitlyn so your chest touches her back.

“Thank you, darling,” Caitlyn giggles.

“Can’t you just stay up a little bit longer?” You beg, “I want to spend some time with you, I miss you.”

Caitlyn turns around to face you.

“Mm,” she hums once more, “I’m sorry, darling, but I’m just so tired.”

You wrap your arms around her waist, and pull her in even closer. You hide your face into the crook of her neck and softly whisper, “I know something that can wake you up, y’know.”

“Please, darling?” You giggle, looking up into Cait’s eyes now. Without hesitation Caitlyn nods, almost as if she’s been so desperate for this for so long.

You push her onto the bed - gently, as you don’t want to hurt her. Thanks to her nightgown and lack of panties, it’s easy for you to see the slick mess that’s in between her thighs.

You hold Caitlyn’s wrists above her head - firmly - before you slowly begin to rub her already wet clit.

Caitlyn squirms, trying to get more pleasure from your fingers.

You giggle at the sight of her so desperate. You slowly rub circles into her clit, while your other hand still holds her wrists firmly

“Mm…” Caitlyn tries to speak, but you can tell the lack of your fingers is making her desperate for you.

“Use your words, darling,” you tease her, quickening the circles that you were rubbing onto her clit.

“I… need you,” she manages to mutter through panted breaths of desperation. You giggle at her desperation.

You decide to leave her already throbbing clit alone as you begin to strip yourself of your clothing in front of her; now only wearing your panties and bra.

“C’mere, sweetheart,” you whisper, motioning for your wife to sit down on your lap. As she places herself down on your lap, you feel the wetness from her cunt touch your thigh.

As you remove your wife’s nightgown off of her you feel her shiver as the cold air hits her bare body.

“Spread your legs for me, hm?” You ask your wife, and she complies, opening her legs wide, preparing for whatever it is that you’re going to do.

You insert one finger inside of her, causing her head to fall into the crook of your neck. As if just one finger was enough to make her cum at that moment.

You could feel her warm breath on your neck as you slowly moved your finger inside of her.

As you inserted a second one into her, she started gripping onto your skin; holding onto you as you fucked her with your fingers.

She couldn’t help but thrust along with the movement of your fingers, hoping to pleasure herself further.

“Do you want to cum, baby?” You tease her, inserting a third finger into her knowing that it was more than she could handle.

She nodded profusely, so desperate for you to fuck her out of her mind.

“Use your words, Cait,” you whisper, slowing down the fingers that you had been moving inside of her. As you slowed down, you feel the whimpers in her throat vibrate on your skin.

“Please…” she begs, sounding so desperate for you that you felt like that wave of pleasure was going to hit you at any moment.

But you wanted to have some more fun with her first.

You pushed Caitlyn onto her back and viciously thrusted your fingers in and out of her pussy. Her loud and lewd moans filled the bedroom, while wet sounds came out of her pussy as you played with her.

“I’m… I’m gonna…” Caitlyn whimpers, her hips bucking as her pleasure reached its high thanks to your fingers.

Hearing that makes you smirk as you decide to tease her a little bit.

You take your fingers out of her, leaving your wife empty on the bed. You feel her hands grab your wrist, begging for you to keep going so she can reach her high.

To tease her some more you decide to massage her beautiful tits that were right in your face.

You played with her nipples until they turned red.

Sucked on them as Caitlyn pulled your hair.

You knew it was enough to pleasure Caitlyn, but it was never enough for her to reach that peak of pleasure that she so desperately wanted.

“Please…” your wife whimpered, sensitive under your gentle touch.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” you whisper, your mouth placing gentle kisses all over her tits.

You slowly begin to rub her clit like before. Just enough to tease her.

She squirmed, desperately trying to have you inside of her once more. You pulled away from her tits, and moved down towards her cunt.

“You’re so beautiful,” you whisper softly against her clit as you place kisses on it. “Beautiful on every part of your body.”

You slowly tease her hole by circling around it with your finger.

“Darling,” Caitlyn whimpers, “please.”

You gently suck on her clit as you swiftly push three fingers into your wife.

Thrusting them in and out of her pussy.

“Go ahead baby,” you giggle. “You’ve done so good.”

You felt as her pussy tightened around your fingers as she came. Her tits going up and down as she recovered from her orgasm - your fingers still being inside of her.

“So pretty,” you whisper softly as you slowly take your fingers out of her.

You see as Caitlyn’s soft hand slowly reaches towards her nightgown, but you grab her by her wrist, stopping her.

She looked up at you in confusion.

“Hm?” Caitlyn’s expression full of confusion.

“We’re not done yet, darling,” you whisper softly, your tits hovering over hers as you whisper into her ear.

Before Caitlyn can respond, you aggressively grab her by her hips to carry her. As you lay your back on the bed, you gently place her on your stomach.

You can feel the wetness from her cunt leak onto your stomach.

You motion for her to sit on your face.

She complies, hesitantly.

“Darling…” she whispers.

“What if you’re unable to breathe?” She asks, sounding genuinely worried.

You roll your eyes.

��That’s the point, hm?” You giggle as you roughly push her cunt onto your mouth. The sudden contact of your tongue on her cunt makes her moan loudly.

You insert your tongue inside of your wife, pleasuring yourself from the lewd moans that were escaping from her mouth. You move your tongue in and out of your wife, savouring her taste.

As Cait reaches her high once more, you feel her begin to move away from your mouth.

You growl as you pull her cunt back down towards your face - holding her hips so roughly that you know that she’ll have bruises all over her hips tomorrow morning.

“Darling…?” Caitlyn stutters, her voice shaky now.

“We’re not done yet…” you mumble, savouring the taste of your wife once more.

“Wait… I…” Caitlyn gets cut off by her own moans as you suck on her clit. No matter how hard Caitlyn tries to speak she gets cut off by her own lewd sounds.

“You taste so good,” you whisper against her cunt.

“Darling… please, I… can’t…” she pants, her tits jumping up and down as she subconsciously rode your face for her own pleasure.

As her third orgasm hit, she began riding your face. Using it like a toy for her own pleasure. You could feel her body go limp as she rode your face through her third orgasm.

“I… I’m tired…” she pants, your mouth still sucking onto her clit.

“You wanted to cum didn’t you?” You giggle.

“Now, you’re going to do it again, and again, again…” you tease her, slapping her ass and moaning against her cunt as she whimpers from the harshness of the slap.

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meganegatari · 9 months ago

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You should definitely write for Vi bc oml she’s so fine 😮‍💨

DO U EVEN KNOW THE WAY IM TWEAKIN OVER HER like omfg. my poor moots getting bombarded with fucking piles of edits upon edits of her and my thirsty comments...yeah...i gotchu, you don't needa ask me twice ♡ tbh feel like this is one of the better short smutty thingies i've written, lol. it was really fun.

nsfw drabble—dom!vi + spit kink. originally i was gonna make this three smaller blurbs, but decided to just smash em all into one longer drabble situation. cw: praise, bossy vi, finger sucking (r! receiving), oral (v! receiving), vi bush mention RAHHHH, yapping... yk how it is by now. + 1.1k wc.

you were gazing up at her with watery eyes, kneeling by vi's seated form, trying your hardest to ignore the deafening ache between your thighs.

vi is loving, and she knows how to treat you well. she always provides you with tons of care and happiness, however—she also possesses a dirty side to her.

a bandaged hand swipes at the bottom of your chin, her thumb prodding at your pursed lips. there was a smirk playing on her scarred lips, her powder-blue eyes twinkling with pure lust at the scenario playing out before her.

“open.” she says roughly, and who are you to deny her? you were willing to take anything she'd give you, so you obediently part your lips, allowing her to fully push her digit inside your hot mouth.

almost instinctively, your puffy lips wrap around her thumb and you begin to suck, your eyes rolling ever so slightly at the taste of her salted skin. she hums, “atta girl—keep going. just like that, until i say you can stop, alright?” you open your eyes and nod in approval, wishing to commit her expression to memory.

see, vi wasn't one of those mean, degrading doms with an icy exterior who get off on hurting you an excessive amount, and in moments like this where she's got you in a position of submission under her, her natural “switchiness” peeks through. you see it in the way her throat bobs as she swallows, her unsteady, shallow breathing coming out in rasps, and the distinct furrow in her flaming brows while she struggles to maintain eye contact. regardless, you both enjoy toying around with various dynamics, she makes it fun.

you get lost in a daydream while staring into her eyes, but are startled out of it when she strongly presses down on your wet tongue, and pushes her thumb further inward until you gag.

it surprises you, but you know she would never overdo things. tears well up in your eyes, their presence only widening her voracious grin.

then she soothes, her now-soft voice caressing your ears, “exactly, just like that. good job, baby. you're so perfect f'me—yeahhh.” she continues rolling her thumb around your wet muscle, every so often dragging the pad of her finger over the ridges of your teeth, then pushing experimentally up against the roof of your mouth.

saliva has been gathering all this time, and she hasn't given you a moment to swallow it, so it dribbles out of your mouth and down your chin, decorating your chest as it slides down your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps along its path.

her face gets impossibly redder as she observes the sight, still while playing with—rather, using—your mouth. her movements speed up a touch, and she triggers your gag reflex once more before abruptly stopping. she pulls her hand out of your mouth with a pop, and throws her head back as she tries to steady her breathing. “you're so fuckin’ hot, god—i can't.”

you smile up at her, reveling in her break of character and being pleased with yourself. she's panting, and examines her hand; it's shiny and dripping with your spit, she's mesmerized by the sparkle it emits in the low light. her periwinkle eyes gloss over and suddenly there's a flash of fabric flying by, and you realize she has undressed herself in one fluid motion, throwing everything on her bottom half across the room. she’s so desperate, you can’t help but sneer at her horny distress, even though technically you were the one being overpowered.

your eyes drop, meeting a wild tangle of vermillion and crimson, her muscular thighs separating east and west to make space for you.

she leans back and gently nudges your head towards her tender, drooling core, her chest heaving at the way you're just melting under her touch. turning to jelly, you let her guide you where she wants. needs.

vi groans quietly, her breath hitching, “c'mon angel, you know what to do.” and you very much did. with her assistance, you advance and bury your face in her center, tongue finding her scarlet pearl—twitching and ready for you to obliterate.

you flick, you suck, and you moan at the heavenly taste of her essence, revel in the noises she's producing above you. she pulls you further in, bucking her hips frantically to chase your skilled mouth. you push your tongue inside her quivering hole as far as it'll go, taking as much of her in your mouth as you can, and ignoring the lack of oxygen you're experiencing—you would be more than pleased if you were lucky enough to die this way.

she's watching you intently through half-lidded eyes, chewing on her rosy lips. when you meet her gaze from in between her legs, her face contorts and she releases a guttural whine, more slick leaking from her and filling your hard-at-work mouth.

her grip on your hair tightens and her abs tense, providing you with an image that's worthy of a climax just on its own. her head falls back, her lips parting to allow for pretty, high pitched and pathetic pleas to grace your ears. “ple—please baby, just like that. you're so fuckin' good, don't you dare stop—ah!”

without any warning she makes a vulgar mess of your face, the vice grip on your crown causing you to wince, but just as she requests, you don't dare move.

you tilt your head to get a better angle, practically making out with her swollen pussy. you drink up her cum, the near-sickly sweetness clouding your mind, coating your thoughts in a drunken haze.

the high is rippling through her at such an intensity her loud moans are replaced with pornographic whimpers, the sensations utterly ruining her. she squirms and arches, caging your head between her thighs until she gasps.

"hah—okay, okay, oh—fuck.” she stutters while she pushes you away, the tremor in her body evident. you sit back and examine your work, feeling proud of yourself, her fucked-out condition proving you did a good job.

she's sprawled on the bed like a starfish, still trying to slow her racing heart but manages to chuckle, basking in the aftershocks of a mind-melting session.

her words are slurred, yet satisfied. “did so good, that was so good…love your mouth s'much babe.”

you guffaw, and throw at her through chuckles, “i know, i am the best.” that sends her into a fit of giggles as well, and once she's calmed down she confirms.

“yeah, you really are.”

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ladycharlottexoxo · 1 month ago

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hiiiii! not sure if you've done this already and if you're fine with it buuuut definitely thinking about vi who uses the hexstrap for the first time and feels... [holy sht] everything... wanting to put a baby in you (i bet she sounds like she's the one getting fked, whimpering and all) and vi definitely cockwarms reader after like... "Nope. Staying right inside. You're not making me pull out. I'll happily die like this. Put it on my tomb." something like that pretty please 🥺🙏

(wow that's a mouthful of a req sorry 😫)

hexstrap, breeding, cockwarming, strap referred to as vi's cock

⊹ ࣪ ˖ vi was skeptical at the start and claimed no sort of technology could match the pace of her and her comfort strap but slowly she started to warn up to the idea of using a hexstrap. with trembling slender fingers she opened the box, “it looks decent enough,” she whispered and pulled the phallic shaped toy out of the box, “so i just put it on as per the usual?” you nodded excitedly and jumped into bed, in position. you grinned, bottom lip tucked beneath your front teeth in sheer excitement.

“puttin’ it inside,” vi warned and leaned close between your legs, sinking the first few inches inside. her eyes widened before melting shut, “ffffuck!” you giggled at her reaction, “yeah?” vi shook her head, “i need you to hit me for not considering this earlier. you're so tight, and so warm, and— fuck!—” she thrusted it all the way inside making you squeak in surprise— “fuck! fuck! fuck!”

her words were punctuated with her hexstrap ramming into your squelching wet cunt. vi moaned louder than you did, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she rammed inside harder. “mmmmm!” she panted like a bitch in heat, her hexstrap's tip grazing your cervix.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ “oh vi you're so big,” you gasped and scratched down her back, nails dragging against her calloused skin. “please let me fill you up,” vi pleaded pathetically as she slammed her hips against yours, eyebrows knitted together as sweat beaded on her temple. “aww,” you giggled, voice shuddering in your throat before you nodded, “give me your babies,” vi grunted loudly and finished— thick ropes of semen painting your insides white.

you both took a moment, breaths shaky as you both tried to compose yourselves. then vi moved but she moved you along with her, just so she was still buried to the hilt in your pussy. “mmm, vi, pull out?” you mumbled tiredly. vi shook her head, “no can do, princess. nope, im stayin’ right in your pretty pussy,” she breathed a sigh of relief, “ill happily die with my dick in you. put that shit on my tomb for all i care.” vi said before her tired voice trailed off.

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flutterlesbian · 4 hours ago

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Girl wdyt jinx having like abig huge ass dight with reader and yk you make it angst and fluff? I think it'a hot

❧ ⇸ heart to hearts ⇸ ❧

synopsis: how to have a heart to heart when she’s pushing away?

cw: established relationship, more angst than fluff imo, but angst AND comfort regardless. mental health + jinx’s hallucinations mentioned, L bombs bc yes.

wc: ~900 + proofread

a/n: this may be sadder than you wanted 🥲, I hope u enjoy it tho anon 🫶 also more of a heart to heart (hence the title) than an argument, I couldn’t figure out another way to add in fluff otherwise 😓. also, I am so, so ready to get corrections/ advice on this bc I feel I could’ve write this differently, ty

⚢.

You first noticed her shutting you out after the shorter conversations at dinner started, then when she started climbing into bed when she thought you’d be asleep.

Everywhere was less loud. Less her.

She had a habit of running away from any thing that could hurt her— not that you ever would— but she was worried one day she’d be ‘too much’ for you. That you’d want to leave, and she had to be the one to beat you to it.

You love her, she knew that, but sometimes it scared her.

You’re everything to each other: she opened up about the hallucinations, about her past, you told her about your own; and, together, built this safe space around you.

‘Jinx, something’s bothering you,’ you blurted out in bed. It’s the third night of the odd behaviours, and you were starting to get concerned.

The uncharacteristic quietness— like a voice growing in her head, slowly silencing her own. ‘Please tell me what it is.’ You purr gently in her ear.

You know wrong tone could set her off, make her pull away: retreat further into her own mental prisons.

You’ve turned to face her, but she’s avoiding eye contact, watching the movements of your buttons as you shuffle on your shared bed.

The emotions in her eyes flit between betrayed and sad, lips moving like she wants to say it. But her mind makes the decision before her heart can. ‘It’s nothing. It’s fine, let’s just sleep.’

Her hands move just a little franticly, pulling at loose threads on the duvet.

You prop yourself on your elbows, gently holding her face to look into yours, ‘Jinx, it’s clearly not nothing, you can tell me-‘

She pushes your hands away: ‘Yes it is- swear to Janna, leave me alone.’

Her tone bounces between defensive and offensive, her pitch a playing field. Not something you haven’t seen before, but you knew this something you’d have to handle carefully.

’Jinx, we should talk about this.‘

‘Stop! Stop talking to me as if I’m a child!’ She holds a pillow to her chest like it’ll protect her paranoid heart. Jinx sits up, you mirroring her: knees brushing each other.

‘I don’t mean to, I swear. Talk to me.’

Her hands clamp her ears momentarily, ‘You’re getting sick of me! I can fucking- hear it!’

For once, you’re stunned, you knew it was Mylo’s voice, the one that grated away at her ears and self-image; but still, you’d never thought she’d feel that way about your relationship. For a moment you doubted your love for her too.

But in actuality? Your love embraced that tormented inner child, kept her safe. The both of you safe.

Quiet seconds move between you, before Jinx starts up again, curling into herself. ‘See? This what I mean.. I was right.’ Mistaking your silence for truth, she slowly starts backing to the other end of the bed. Nails near ripping the pillowcase tucked in her hands.

You’re snapped out of your shock before you can process. ‘No! No, Jinx I could never, you are so, so loved.’

Your hand slowly reaches for her knee, her eyes watching you creep forward. She doesn’t push you away, but her eyes are still filled with blue-tinted uncertainty.

The feeling of your hand on her knee is so grounding, she looks up at you like she might believe it. Blue eyes that want to invite you back in.

‘You’re lying! You have to be- I need to leave.’

You clasp your hands on either side of her before she’s able to lift herself off the bed; as firm and soft as you could muster.

‘You don’t need to leave, because I’m not leaving you.’

Her eyes search yours for any dishonesty, and find none. You tug her into a warm hug as soon as she allows, wrapping your arms round her shoulders tightly.

Heartbeats pulsing against each other; her heart and limbs heavy against your own; hands loosely pulling on the hem of your clothing.

Your voice oozed sincerity. Louder than Mylo’s. The hum of your throat was real, not noise made from self-sabotage and fear.

You held her for as long as it took for the hammering in her chest slow.

Jinx bit down the irrational thoughts thudding ‘round her mind till her lips were bitten and raw, but finally allowed herself to believe you.

You waited until her breathing evened out before speaking, ‘Jinx, I think you forget people love you.’

She chokes back a small sob in your neck.

‘You forget, and you try to isolate yourself, and I’m left sleeping right next to you, waiting for you to come back. Please stop disappearing on me. You understand me, right?’ One hand traces over her back, the other works on detangling her hair.

You didn’t know if your words would get through to her, even to yourself, it sounded like babble— coming out too quick, and too emotional, voice thick with tears you’re still trying to hold back.

‘I’m sorry.’

‘Don’t be.. don’t be.’ You gently pull her head from your shoulder. Meeting big, imploring eyes, wet with regret. ‘I don’t need you to be sorry, I need you to tell me when you feel like this.’

You wipe the tears down her cheeks with care, ‘Can you do that for me?’

Her palms hold onto your wrists, centering herself in the moment; she gives a small, wordless nod, then sinking into your chest.

a/n: this took so long ☹️!! apologies

if I feel like it I’m gonna drop the unfinished angst no comfort one later

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